| Every town has a secret heart that beats | |
| In every citizen in underground | |
| I set my clock to a bootleg meter | |
| A broken hand spinning round and round | |
| I'm on my way just like every day | |
| To get milk and kerosene | |
| But my reflection in the butcher's window | |
| Isn't me | |
| I freeze | |
| This is Chinatown | |
| A state of mind | |
| This is Chinatown | |
| It's just a state of mind | |
| The sky was blue, but I wouldn't know | |
| I was counting cracks in the concrete | |
| I memorized them from A to B | |
| A choreography, a part of me | |
| It's not the future, | |
| It's not the past, | |
| It's not now | |
| The prize will double if you try to look | |
| Them in the eye | |
| Don't ask why | |
| 'Cause this is Chinatown | |
| A state of mind | |
| This is Chinatown | |
| A state of mind | |
| In Chinatown | |
| Read my fortune in my metro card | |
| You'll see nothing if you search too hard | |
| Read my fortune in my metro card | |
| You'll see nothing if you search too hard |